This is a song about "Chasing a bag"

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Chasing after a dream lining up the tackle

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Get carried away in a body bag

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Please, we avoid pagan the pace is far more amazing

Straight out of my place, a chase, a race, i'm chasing, racing, pacing.